I’m still single at 48. Is it really that hard to find true love these days?! I look around and see couples everywhere—people who’ve managed to find their match, who seem happy, content, and settled. Meanwhile, I’m still searching, wondering if there’s someone out there who truly understands me. I’ve dated, I’ve tried to make connections, but nothing seems to stick. Every time I think I’m getting close, something slips away—an unreturned call, a lack of chemistry, or the realization that we’re not quite right for each other.

I’m not sure when it all got so complicated. In my twenties, love seemed so simple—full of excitement and endless possibilities. But as I’ve gotten older, the stakes feel higher, the expectations sharper, and the disappointments sting a little deeper. I’ve built a life I’m proud of, with a career, friends, and passions that fill my days, but there’s a part of me that still longs for that deeper connection. The kind of love that doesn’t fade, that grows stronger with time, and where both people are willing to put in the effort.

Dating apps and modern technology make it easier to meet people, but I can’t help feeling like it’s harder to form something real, something that goes beyond the superficial. Conversations seem to fizzle out before they even start, and I’m left wondering if genuine connections are even possible in a world where we’re all so distracted. I try not to lose hope, to remind myself that love can come at any time, but it’s hard not to feel the pressure of my age.

I sometimes worry that I’m too set in my ways, that I’ve become too independent or too comfortable being on my own. But deep down, I know that I still have so much love to give. I want to share my life with someone who sees me, who values my quirks, and who wants to build something meaningful together. True love may be elusive, but I’m not ready to give up on the idea that it’s out there somewhere—waiting for me to find it, or perhaps, for it to find me.